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QHOST   HORSE

Thus we crouched on the ground and shivered
quietly for an hour or more before we heard a
distant, *Ho-h! . . . Ho-hP It was the muffled
driving cry of our warriors, the cry which for ten
days they had been uttering to the horses to let
them know that no harm could come to them
from this sound, Thus, the horses did not
stampede, as they would have done had they not
recognized this noise in the darkness.

We youngsters lay breathless in expectancy.
We had all picked out our favourite mounts in
this beautiful herd of wild animals, and to us as
we lay here, it was like the white boy lying in bed
waiting for Santa Claus. Our fathers had all
promised us that we could have the ponies that
we had picked, and we could hardly wait to get
our hands on them. My favourite was a beautiful
calico pony, a roan, white, and red pinto—three
diiFerent colours all splashed on his shoulders and
flanks like a crazy-quilt of exquisite design. He
had a red star on his forehead between his eyes,,
and I had already named him, Naytukskie-
Kukatos, which in Blackfoot means One Star,

Presently we heard the distant rumble of
horses3 hoofs—a dull booming which shook the
ground on which we lay. Then, 'Yip-yip-yip,
he-heeh-h-h,* came the night call of the wolf
from many different directions. It was our
braves signalling to one another to keep the herd

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